They entered Beverly Hills, they began to follow the map. As he drove she read the map and pointed out the stars homes as they passed them."There's Gr...ucho Marx's home!" she said"There's Judy Garland's home!" she said a moment later."That's Fred Astaire's house!" she called out. They weren't able to see too much - most of the houses were hidden behind tall hedges or high solid fences, but that didn't matter to her - she was in Beverly Hills!They drove around for about three hours looking at all. Tash is still getting ready." Tash?" Her name is Natasha, but most people call her Nat. I call her Tash. While we are waiting I'll give you a quick run down on what is going on. It was about twenty years ago and the sexual side of our marriage was going downhill. We recognized it and talked about how to keep it from going into the toilet. We agreed to spice things up for a while and did different things like role playing and some other stuff. It worked for a while, but then started fading. For me, knowing how to twist my hips or plunge my cock into her just so to give her more pleasure seemed to come to me on an instinctual level. We fucked not as two sex maddened creatures, but as one organism, perfectly melded together -- cock to pussy and lips to lips.I was lost in the pleasure of Breanna's slick pussy squeezing my cock, making me crazy with lusty delight even as my cock driving deep into her womb seemed to make her quiver with ecstasy. I felt like we could fuck forever --. Fully lubed the head popped in and as I jumped from the sharp pain it inflicted, I was so glad to have it in me. As the moments passed I was able to slide down more and more until I felt his short pubic hairs touching my cheeks.The feeling was incredible I never felt so full in my whole life and as it throbbed wave after wave of pleasure cursed through me from my bum and outward.He moved up and kissed me while he held still, buried to the hilt, I looked down and said I love you. With that he.